The great high of winning Wimbledon lasts for about a week. You go down in the record book, but you don’t have anything tangible to hold on to. But having a baby – there isn’t any comparison.
Comparisons are odorous. (Much Ado About Nothing)
A crusader’s wife slipped from the garrison – And had an affair with a Saracen. She was not oversexed, Or jealous or vexed, She just wanted to make a comparison.
Comparing apples to oranges.
Comparisons are odious.
To compare is not to prove.
Enjoy your own life without comparing it with that of another.
Analogies, it is true, decide nothing, but they can make one feel more at home. Nothing is good or bad but by comparison.
When I hear someone say, “Life is hard,” I always want to ask, “Compared to what?”
Laughter is nothing else but sudden glory arising from some sudden conception of some eminency in ourselves, by comparison with the infirmity of others, or with our own formerly.